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Author's Note: I want to commission some cover illos for my stories. If you are interested, and willing/able to draw hanging/snuff scenes, please see my journal entry. Almost all my hangings are consensual, and the hangee should look like he/she is enjoying (or expects to enjoy) it.

Pawn Takes Bishop, E5

Elda watched as William walked across the corner of her square. The rabbit smiled nervously.

"Frightened?" the stoat asked.

"A little. This is what I got into the game for, but..."

"But it's so permanent."

"Yes. For me, the game is over. My life is over."

"If you like, I'll lick you until you don't care. When I drop you, you'll be so busy cumming that you won't even notice the drop, or the shock at the end."

"No, thanks. I'd rather give you a blowjob, actually. That's my favorite thing, sucking cocks."

"Sounds good to me. Go right ahead."

Elda knelt on the trapdoor and watched as the noose was lowered from the ceiling. The stoat set it snug around her neck.

The rabbit wrapped one hand around him and took him in her mouth; her other hand slipped between her legs. She moved slowly at first, prolonging his pleasure. Then she felt her own pleasure building and sped up. Soon...

The first wave of pleasure hit her; she bobbed her head frantically and was rewarded with the taste of his semen. Elda wanted to swallow, but...

Thwack! Crunch! Wow! Blackness...nothing.

William looked down. Elda's head was twisted off to one side, a little bit of white trickling from the corner of her mouth. No way she could have survived that. He felt a last pulse of pleasure, and watched as a couple of drops of semen fell into the rabbit's headfur.

Judging by the ecstatic expression on Elda's face, the stoat thought she'd enjoyed her hanging even more than he had.

Yeah. William was ready, even if it turned out he would be taken next.

Bishop Takes Rook, F7

F7, that's my square, Alice thought, Oh well.. She shrugged and pulled off her top as Morrie, a full-size collie, trotted across the three intervening squares and into F7. It had been a good game. And she'd nearly made it... again.

"Bad luck, kid," he said.

"Not really." The impala shrugged again, which made her bare chest do interesting things. "This is my fourth game. I got to hang six men and three woman, and strangle a woman and two men."

"Four games? You must really want to be snuffed."

"Not... exactly. I was serving a life sentence, and they offered me parole if I'd play two games."

"And after?"

"I got addicted to the thrill. The pre-game orgies -- and the post-game parties for the survivors. And getting to snuff men and women while giving them pleasure. When I got out, I just had to come back and play again. After that, I swore off because of the risk. Barely one chance in four of surviving a game, how likely is it that I survived three and nearly made it through a fourth? I managed to stay away for three years, but then the desire got too strong, and I just had to come back. How bad can it be? Those twelve seemed to really enjoy getting snuffed."

"Well, I'll do what I can to make it good for you."

Morrie sniffed gently. The impala's emotions were like an open book in her scent. A little fear, a lot of desire. She smelled almost as sexy as a bitch on heat.

He grabbed Alice and kissed her, hard. The impala opened her lips and invited his tongue in, their tongues fought for entry to each other's mouths. She took his hand and put it on her breast, and her own hand found his sheath and stroked slowly. His cock quickly emerged from its sheath, dripping pre-cum. She was wet with need, and they were both breathing hard

"What position?" she asked.

"Flat on the floor." Morrie signaled, and an attendant brought a thin mattress, somewhat easier on the knees than the hard floor. The impala lay down on the pallet and spread her cheeks for him. She felt coolness as Morrie spread lubricant on her tailstar, then pressure and just a little pain as the dog slid into her.

"Cross your arms," he ordered.

Alice snaked her arms under her breasts. Even touching them herself felt nice. The roughness of ropes as he tied her wrists to her upper arms wasn't quite so nice.

"I wasn't planning to fight you," she protested.

"Yes, but you might panic. And anyway, it's sexier this way."

Alice thought about that. "Yeah, I guess it is."

She felt Morrie start moving inside her. That was nice, the pleasure as his dog-cock pulled and pushed at her little pucker, and knowing the pleasure she was giving him.

Then she felt something soft and smooth around her neck. The strangling cord: traditional silk. Morrie gave her time for a few deep breaths, then pulled the cord tight. The impala held her breath as long as she could, then started thrashing. She wanted air, so badly, but... she was almost there... if she could last one more minute...

Morrie moved slowly in the impala-girl's tailhole. Her desperate need for air was a real turn-on, but he'd promised her... He held back, moving slowly in her, until he smelled the change. Her strongest desire wasn't for air any more, it was for her final orgasm. He could see it in her face in the big monitors, he could smell her arousal getting stronger, her need for that last, biggest, big O. Then he stopped trying to control himself and sped up, fucking Alice deep, hard, and fast.

Alice felt his hot seed inside her, then her own pleasure washed over her... ringing in her ears... down... into that void there was no returning from...

Morrie, watching the TV screens, saw the moment when her face changed from "Oh, please, please, I need to cum so badly," to "Yes! Oh, Yes! I'm cumming... I'm cumming!" He could also smell her completion. And a few seconds later, when she slipped into unconsciousness, but her face still had that blissful expression. Her scent told the same story, an orgasm like no other.

Alice had given up her life to her thrill addiction, but she'd died happy.

Queen Takes Bishop, C4

"Damn!" Edward cursed, watching Paula march across two squares and into his.

"What," the tigress asked, "You thought you were immune? Nobody's immune, not even Queens and Kings. If you play in this game, it's three to one you'll get snuffed.

"That's not it. Just that I'd hoped I'd get to snuff a femme before I got mine."

"Oh. Well, sorry about that. But them's the breaks."

The fox nodded, a little dejected.

"It won't be that bad," Paula told him. "I'll make it worth your while." She tied Edward's hands, slipped the noose over his head and snugged it around his neck. Then she dropped to her knees.

"You're going to...?"

"Yep. Taking a Bishop allows oral sex. My choice. So relax and enjoy it."

Edward gasped as he felt the tigress's hot, wet mouth surround him! She sucked him in and out, keeping up the pressure on his underside. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Blowjobs had always been his second favorite thing, after taking a vixen from behind dog-style. His executioness was really good at it, too.

Then... Thwack! Edward fell a few inches and felt the noose jerk tight around his neck. He kicked frantically, but the tigress kept sucking. The fox needed to breathe... air, please air... then the sensations from his cock began demand his attention. Pleasure... crowding out the pain... more important than air... He needed to... to breathe... no, he needed to cum. Needed it so much... Please let me cum one last time...

Pulses of pleasure... The most powerful orgasm ever. Incredible! Edward's vision started to go red... Everything was fading...

Paula swallowed, smiled and stood up, licking her lips. Her tongue pushed out a little globule of white semen. Just the one glob, the rest she swallowed. As delicious as watching the noose strangle Edward to death.

Rook Takes Knight, E5

Millie heard the move announced. No! This can't be happening! She'd survived to the endgame. A few more moves and her death sentence would have been commuted to life with possible parole. In a daze, the mouse watched the Rook step over the line into her square. Well... if she hadn't volunteered for this game, she'd have been fried months ago in the hot seat. And she'd have gone as proudly as she could manage. But now, it seemed as if her will had disappeared. The Rook came over and introduced himself as "Sebastian."

"I'm Millie," she heard her voice say.

"Any special requests?"

"No," Millie's voice said. "Let's get this done."

Millie stood passively while the Sebastian pulled her top off and tied her hands, while he put the noose around her neck and adjusted the knot. Somebody brought a chair and the Doberman sat in it, then pulled her into his lap. He kissed her nipples and fingered her, and she discovered to her surprise that she was excited.

Millie found herself straddling the Doberman with his cock positioned at her entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him.

It felt good to have him inside of her. She'd always liked sex, and there was something... somehow... nice about Sebastian. Nice. He was going to hang her, slowly, and he was Nice? Well, maybe in some sense. Certainly he smelled nice. And he was being gentle as she worked him into her cunt. Nice.

She heard a whirring sound and the noose cinched down. Without thinking about it, she stood up, nearly losing Sebastian. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down. She found herself going along with it, even with the "I'm being strangled" sensation of the noose around her neck. Not really strangled -- she could still breathe without difficulty. It just felt that way.

His hands urged her into a rhythm. Up...down...up...down... Each cycle, the noose was a little tighter. Soon she couldn't breathe at the bottom of the cycle, and even at the very top it took some effort to get a breath. She tried to stand up completely, but the Doberman pulled at her hips, and other hands pushed down on her shoulders. But it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. Kind if nice, actually.

Then Sebastian pulled Millie all the way down, his member impaling her as she struggled for breath. She fought to stand up, to breathe, his hands, the other hands on her shoulders, were too strong. She felt his hot cum inside her... That was nice. But she couldn't breathe. She wanted to breathe, but... oh, right, she wasn't allowed to. Whirring sound again, the noose pulled her up, off of him... Higher... Dangling... This was what it was like to be hanged... the need... air... her legs kicked spasmodically, again without her willing it, it just seemed to happen. She needed to breathe so badly. Then, suddenly, Pleasure! She looked down at Sebastian's face, his satiated smile. But his face was growing blurry... everything blurry... nice... gray... nothing.

Sebastian basked in the afterglow of really good sex, watching as the noose pulled Millie off him and she started to dance. Lovely girl. Too bad, really. But those were the breaks, and the Doberman suspected he'd be doing the same dance in a few minutes. Whatever happened, it had been nice, really nice.

Rook to D5: Checkmate

Phillip smiled. It had been a good game, but the black player had been unable to overcome the advantage of first move. He looked around at the white pieces. There was a Bishop threatening him directly, the white King blocking his retreat in one direction, a pawn controlling another square, and... a Rook threatening an entire file.

The Rook had long, blonde hair. Phillip beckoned to her, and she came over.

"You choose me?" the squirrel asked.

"I'd like to be in you, standing face to face, while you short-drop me."

"Sounds good to me!"

Phillip stepped onto the trapdoor. There was a noise above, and a noose appeared in front of him. The cat bent his head, and Helga slipped the noose around his neck. She cinched it snug with the knot behind his left ear.

Phillip bent his legs, while Helga spread hers. She guided him into her as he slowly stood up.

"Mmm...." she said, and lowered herself onto him.

He hugged the squirrel-girl tight to him, and they spent a long time kissing. The other white pieces tied Phillips hands in the hug, and they began to move together. It was not easy, standing up and tied together like that, but Phillip found the difficulty added to the pleasure.

The squirrel grabbed Philip's shoulders and nodded. The white king pushed the button.

Thwack!

There was a sudden jerk as their combined weight pulled the noose tight around Phillip's neck. That hurt! The Siamese couldn't breathe. No matter, he was where he wanted to be. Inside a woman, the noose tight around his neck, her cunt equally tight around his cock. He started to struggle, his tail lashing in desperation, his legs reaching down for support, and his struggles moved him inside her... It felt so nice, but the excitement made his heart beat faster and his need for air got worse. He struggled harder. More pleasure... Helga yipped as she came, her cunt clamping down on him in waves of pleasure... The cat felt his own climax hit, and he spurted into her again and again. It left him drained. When he was aware again, he had no strength. His body struggled weakly for breath, but it didn't matter. Phillip would never breathe again. He had accepted that five moves ago, at the start of the sequence that led to his being checkmated.

No air... no... Phillip heard the squirrel yipping again... He knew his strength was at an end... and he knew no more.

The survivors applauded the Black King's final performance, then untied his hands from the hug and helped the squirrel climb back onto the floor, leaving Phillip's body swaying gently at the end of the rope. The audience gave them a standing ovation. The survivors turned and bowed. Flowers and bills of various denominations floated onto the stage. The clapping continued, and Helga bowed to all four sides of the stage, then to all four corners.

After several minutes, the audience's arms and shoulders started to ache. One after another, they stopped applauding, but remained standing until the last few had finally gone silent.

The Setting

Imagine a smallish indoor stadium. The main floor 64 squares of polished wood, alternating white oak and ebony, each square 10' x 10'. Each square has a 3' x 3' trapdoor in the center. There is an overhead gantry, which can lower a noose to any square on the board. Next to the large chessboard is a standard 30" square table with a 20" chessboard and a chess clock. The players move standard wooden "Staunton" pieces around on the small board, but the real action is on the large board.

About 1,000 chairs are arranged in theater-style tiers around the large board. The audience is not crammed into bleachers as at a typical, sports venue. Instead each chair has two arms and adjacent chairs are separated by a few inches.

At the top are "boxes." Each "box" is a small room with a black-glass window. The lighting inside the box is usually much dimmer than the main area, so that the windows are, in effect, "one-way": the people inside the box can see out, but the hoi polloi in "general admission" cannot see what happens in the box.

There are several flat-screen TV monitors mounted on the walls in between the boxes. These give the audience a close-up view of the details happening on the large board.

The farthest theater-style seats sell for prices similar to the best seats at a major musical. Prices for the first row can run four times that. Box rental is astronomical. In spite of that, nearly all the seats are filled whenever a game is held.

At the beginning of the game, 32 participants stand on rows 1, 2, 7, and 8. Each wears a short shirt or blouse with the international symbol for his/her piece. When the piece is taken, he/she removes his/her top and is snuffed naked.

** Symbols worn on the participant's top:**

| King | Queen | Rook | Bishop | Knight | Pawn |

The furs who represent the pieces have a variety of reasons for putting their lives at risk, including:

• Masochism: furs who are turned on by the idea of being strangled to death.
• Sadism: furs who want to legally strangle another furson, and are willing to risk their own life for the opportunity.
• Curiosity: some furs with snuff fantasies want to find out what it's like to risk their lives. These rarely come back if they survive.
• Command: Sometimes a Master will use the Snuff Chess game as a way of neatly breaking up with a sub.
• Greed: The fee paid to participants (or their estate) is impressive. A fur who survives a game can retire in comfort; those who don't survive leave a good amount to their families.
• Parole: prisoners are sometimes offered a significant reduction in their sentence if they volunteer for a Snuff Chess game.
• Death Sentence: Some of those convicted of a capital crime are offered commutation of their sentence if they survive two games (or sometimes only one).

The Rules

1. Snuff Chess uses FIDE rules, with two exceptions:

• Neither player may resign. The game must be played to checkmate or a draw. (The endgame is often a massacre, and the audience wants to see as many pieces snuffed as possible.)
• After a capture is announced, both clocks are stopped until the body has been removed, the floor cleaned, and the trapdoor (if used) reset. At that time, the clock is restarted for the player whose turn it is to move next.

Before the beginning of the game, each player decides whether to be "at-risk". If the loser is at-risk, he/she is snuffed by the winner, using any of the methods allowed in the game. Sex is negotiable between the players. In the event of a draw, an at-risk player must flip a coin twice; if it comes up tails both times, the player is snuffed by the referee. A player who chooses to put his/her life at risk gets a substantially higher share of the take. The draw rule makes a draw "better" (safer) than losing, but negotiating a draw is not a completely safe option. Each player will, in turn, call out his or her move. The people on the large board will then move according to the move announced. For example, if the White player calls "Pawn to E4," the woman representing a pawn at E2 will move forward two spaces to E4. When a capture occurs, the taking piece snuffs the taken piece. The snuff method is determined by the rank of the taking piece.

| Taking Piece | Snuff Method | | Pawn | long drop | | Knight | hand strangle | | Bishop | strangling cord | | Rook | hoisting | | Queen | short drop | | King | King's choice |

The taking piece may choose to have sex with the he/she is taking. The type of sex available is determined by the rank of the piece taken. The taking piece chooses the details and sexual position.

| Victim | Type of sex | | Pawn | handjob | | Knight | vaginal | | Bishop | blowjob | | Rook | anal | | Queen | taking piece's choice | | King | negotiated |

For example, if the Black player calls "Knight takes Bishop, C5," the man wearing a Black Knight symbol will move to C4, "capturing" the White Bishop there (a woman). He will then wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze until she is dead. Before doing that, he may choose to have her give him a blowjob, to eat her out, or to 69 with her. If he chooses a blowjob, he can have her kneel in front of him, crouch over him, or lie down and let him fuck her mouth. When it is possible, he may also choose to have the sex simultaneously with (or even after) the snuff rather than before. For example, if a male Bishop captures a female Rook, he may choose to wrap the cord around her neck and garrote her while he's fucking her.

Financial: 40% of the "net take" is split evenly among the surviving pieces and the estates of those who were snuffed. Each of the two players receives 2.5% of the net take. If the player decides to put his/her life at risk, his/her share of the take is increased to 10%.

In the Knight takes Rook example, above, the male can choose to "enjoy" the female's backdoor, either before he strangles her, or while strangling her, or after she is dead.

This choice involves a certain amount of strategy for males. Suppose you have just taken a pawn. You can have a handjob now before you snuff her, but if you cum now, you'll be probably not be able to cum again before you get snuffed. So if it's likely that you'll be taking a higher-ranked piece later, you may want to wait in hopes of getting "real" sex in a move or two. Even if you are captured, you'll still probably get laid.

The King is not taken, of course; he is checkmated and gets to choose his ending. He can choose any of the pieces that are immediately attacking him, or any (enemy) piece that attacks a square that he could otherwise escape to. He can negotiate with those pieces to find one that is willing to use the snuff method he wants and/or have the type of sex he prefers.